The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-12-01
AUNT kiTSi'S TRANSLA-
TiON.

II ~ ~.
"Samr'
No answer.
Samuel"
A Amul1led sound of tapping wings
reached Nanny Suse's ear.
Samuel Kintuck Grant Jones, wat
air you doin' on de knees O yer bes'
Sunday brooches unner dat bahn?"
! Use ketchin' de Tanksgibin' tur-
key came Sans unwilling answer,
followed by sounds of another fierce
{ combat.
You come out'r dat, or you ketch
noah dan de T'anksgibin' turkey, you
shiltless niggah! Whar's dat whipP'
There was a sudden scramble as
Nanny Suse turned to take down the
whip from behind the kitchen door,
and she reached the steps again just
in time to see a dusty, clay-stained lit
tie figure scurrying across the open
field.
Hump said Nanny Suse, dat
won t save IN dis time. She amt no
better nur de res CD us, an I'll les 90
'em bofe. Transla.ed!-umpp
1t was very peaceful and quiet in
Aunt Kjtsy's lonely cabin rs Nanny
Suse opened the door runceremoniously
and stalkud in whip in hand.
'Whar's my Sam?' she demanded
OF The bent and wrinkled old woman
in the corner, painfully spelling out
word by word the little Bible that Law
on her knees.
Yer Sam?' she asked, innocently.
'W'y y, whar'-but here all further
discussion was saved by an unfortu-
nate sneeze from under the bed.
.'Dar!" exclaimed Nanny Susie,
triumphantly. Needn't tell me no
lies. You come out'n dat, you Sam,
shoht metre. Use goin' ter wallop ye
cf / stays here all day-shuah!" And
she planted herself before the door on
the single remaining chair the room
contained
Aunt ktsy kept on with her spell
! ing, and Sam, under the bed, made
no movement to come out and take
his ''walloping."
( "A-n-d-and de Lawd s-a-i-d-
d-u-n-t-o-unto-M o-M-o-s-e-s-Mose
! Dress de Lawd!'
! This soon proved too much for Mann
my Suse's patience. and she made a
:, vigorous attack on the obstructing bed.
Wat yer doin' wild my furnitur',
Suse?' demanded Aunt Kitsy.
Use boun' ter lick the aggravatin'
piece unner dar, an ye amt goin' ter
holp it nohow," replied Nanny Suse,
sulicnly, yet with certain respect;
and she made more vigorous thrust
under the bed, cliciting howl from
the frightened Sam.
Let i'm lone said Aunt Kitsy,
shortly. ''He amt done no harm, an
] won't hev ye proddin' an scratchin'
my turnitur' wild stick"
Nanny Suse's only response was
another sally under the piece of "fur-
| ntur in question.
| Aunt Kitsy rose slowly to her feet.
| Now, Aunt Kitsy, standing, was some
| ti:ing that had been seen but a few
| times within the memory of her oldest
! Eeighbor, for she had been an invalid
almost since her own recollection, and
the number of her days far outran the
small knowledge of arithmetic pos
sosscd by either herself or the sur
rounding community.
In some way the old woman's fancy
that her death was to be translation,
like that Of the saints of old, had be-
come q fixed belief, so that she was re-
gar1ied with awe and reverence and
managed to exist on the charity that
! these sentiments called forth from the
superstitious negroes around her.
''Snse," p" she cried. upholding her
shaking figure on her cane, and fixing
her piercing little black eyes on the as
tonished Suse; How dar We descrat
dc sanctuary ob de Lawd's chosenp
Didn't ye h'ar de parson say | was one
OBJ de Lawd's chosen ones; an amt
l COIN be translated in n brack an
red cheryut. wild two w'te hosses! How
| dar We, | say? Get out'n dis
But Nanny Suses jealous rage had
/ been growing too long to admit of easy
suppression, and now it burst forth.
! ''TransiatcdH she cried. 'An ole
! niggah woman like you, As eff de
/ Ll5d he'd aHyuse for scch brack trashl
! Wen you goin' be translated. eff you
50 sluah bout it? Den we b'leeve
/ some er yer stories bout brack cherry
uts an wife horses. Tell Us wen"
| Aunt kitsy was dumb with surprise.
Z
Her power was weakening; popular
belief in her translation was failing.
Something desperate must be done.
"You-you sinful creetur! how dar
/ ye aN quoshuns like dat ar? Wen air
l goin' be translated? T'anksgibin'
Day! Oar, now, you low-down brack
| ni@gah. get outer dis house quick or
| de Lawd Hisseif Il punish you fer an
unb leeyen sinner"
Suse needed no second invitation to
leave the vicinity of that uplifted stick;
and she forgot Sam and her wrath
both as she hurried away to tell of
Aunt KitSy's wonderful announcement.
Poor Aunt Kitsyi
As Suse vanished down the hillside
she sank into her chair with a groan.
Too well she knew the consequences